She was already root

Some pictures by the lovely Stacie Lee Bennett from my first Solo at the University of Roehampton “She was already root” inspired by the poem “Orpheus.Eurydike.Hermes” by Rainer Maria Rilke.

And when the god stopped her abruptly with the anguished words: He has turned round--she did not take them in, those words he spoke, and softly asked: Who?

And when the god stopped her abruptly with the anguished words: He has turned round–she did not take them in, those words he spoke, and softly asked: Who?

Far off, dark before the radiance beyond the entrance, someone stood, whose face was indiscernible. He stood and saw the god of despatch, on a strip of path between the meadows, with a sorrowed look and not a word turn and follow the figure already walking back along the path, its steps hampered by the long grave-wrappings, uncertain, gentle, and without impatience.

Far off, dark before the radiance beyond the entrance, someone stood, whose face was indiscernible. He stood and saw the god of despatch, on a strip of path between the meadows, with a sorrowed look and not a word turn and follow the figure already walking back along the path, its steps hampered by the long grave-wrappings, uncertain, gentle, and without impatience.

(…) she walked beside this god, her steps hampered by the long grave-wrappings, uncertain, gentle, and without impatience. (...) And her being-dead was filling her like fullness. For like a fruit of sweetness and dark she too was full of her immense death, which was so new she could not take it in.

(…) she walked beside this god, her steps hampered by the long grave-wrappings, uncertain, gentle, and without impatience. (…) And her being-dead was filling her like fullness. For like a fruit of sweetness and dark she too was full of her immense death, which was so new she could not take it in.

(…) he told himself, there they still were, said it aloud, and heard it die away. There they came, the two of them, if walking fearfully softly. Should he be allowed to turn around, once, he would be bound to see those quiet two who followed, treading softly and in silence...

(…) he told himself, there they still were, said it aloud, and heard it die away. There they came, the two of them, if walking fearfully softly. Should he be allowed to turn around, once, he would be bound to see those quiet two who followed, treading softly and in silence…

She was already loosed like long hair, relinquished like the flowing rain, freely shared like an inextinguishable store.  She was already root.

She was already loosed like long hair, relinquished like the flowing rain, freely shared like an inextinguishable store. She was already root.

The god of despatch and far messages (...)  and given into his left hand: her.

The god of despatch and far messages (…) and given into his left hand: her.

About Suse Tietjen

Dancer, Performer, Choreographer
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